The Tycoon's Blackmailed Mistress - Maxine Sullivan Page 0,30

huskily, his eyes appraising her features, making her skin quiver, making her heart race, making her wonder how she’d existed before she knew of his touch.

His gaze traveled down to the creamy swell of her breasts. “I want to see all of you,” he murmured, pushing her thin silky jacket from her shoulders, stripping away the layers of consciousness between them as the material slithered to the floor. Her dress followed and her stockings, leaving her in a black lacy bra and panties.

Suddenly she felt a little self-conscious. “This is embarrassing,” she managed to say, quickly putting her hands across the front of herself, knowing it was useless to try and cover herself, but doing it all the same.

He moved her hands aside. “There’s no need to hide from me, Danielle.” Then he stilled, his piercing eyes riveting on her face. “Now it’s just you and me. No one else.”

She knew what he was saying. That the rest of the world, including her baby, had to take a backseat for the moment.

“I understand,” she murmured.

Tiny flames leaped in his eyes and he began to make love to her in earnest. He undid her bra, letting it drop on top of the other clothes, then enlaced her breasts with warm hands that made her throat close off. His head lowered and his mouth suckled first one nipple then the next, drawing a moan from deep within her, making her burn with need. She curled her fingers through his hair and held him to her.

“It’s not enough,” she murmured, wanting to touch more of him. No, she needed to touch more of him. All of him. Her hands slid beneath his jacket, her palms smoothing over the hot skin under the material of his white shirt, spreading even more heat from his body to hers.

But before she could touch him further, he groaned and stepped back to pull his jacket off, rapidly followed by his shirt. Then he reached for the zipper of his trousers. She gave a small gasp as he stripped down to nothing before her very eyes.

Yet “nothing” could be further from the truth. He was magnificent, with a dark smattering of hair arrowing down his chest, over the rigid muscles of his stomach, to the irrefutable proof that he wanted her.

Heart beating wildly, she hesitated for a split second. “You’re gorgeous,” she said, reaching for him, her hand sliding around his tight, hard erection to hold him as a lover. She watched with satisfaction as his jaw clenched and unclenched while she got to know him, heard the harsh uneven sound of his breathing when her thumb traced the smooth head of his arousal.

A shudder rumbled through him. “Enough! I want to pleasure you,” he growled, taking her hands away and placing them on his chest, pulling her into his rip-cord arms. His eyes darkened with something primitive as he nudged her intimately, her thin panties the last barrier between them.

His mouth covered hers hungrily, and she kissed him in return until she felt the room twirl around her, until she could feel herself being guided, until the bed touched the back of her knees and she was suddenly helped down onto the mattress.

And then his lips began to trek a downward journey to where she melted for him. He whispered words of passion as he slid her panties down her legs, then kissed his way up them, teasing nerve endings along the inside of her calves, up along her inner thighs, before settling in to kiss her intimately. She gasped in sweet delight as Flynn marked her with his mouth.

Then his tongue stroked her, and her stirring pulse jumped to attention and rushed through her veins. He quickened his pace, and so did her pulse. She’d never felt more alive.

She wanted more.

More of this.

More of him.

More of everything.

But before she could burst with pleasure, he came up over her and nestled full length between her thighs, his arms supporting himself so he wouldn’t lean on her too heavily.

He looked down at her, his eyes glittering with desire. “Are you sure?” he rasped, waiting, watching.

Her heart turned over as she looked up at the forceful planes of his face, knowing he wasn’t the type of man to hesitate taking what he wanted, yet he hesitated with her.

“Come into me, Flynn,” she said, her voice catching with the intensity of the moment.

He gave a low groan and parted her legs farther with his thighs. He entered her slowly, carefully,